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Honeymoon In Bondage by Lizbeth Dusseau

Police Captain Alain Danvers is madly in love with his new bride. But Meredith is quite a handful! When police business forces an early end to their honeymoon, Meri takes off in a rage. To earn her way back into her husband’s good graces, she’ll need to grovel at his feet. But this is just the beginning. Back at home, Meri is furious when Alain takes on the sexual training of a fellow Dominant’s newest trainee, Ella. Meri knows the girl is just a conniving faker, and she quickly succumbs to a jealous rage. A tough lesson in surrender follows, with Alain deciding that she’ll change places with her rival for a night; Meri will sleep in the maid’s room, while Ella will be with him. Never has Meri been so humiliated!

But it’s more than just domestic issues facing this new Dom/sub marriage. At work, Alain is embroiled in a thorny investigation that comes all too close to home when Meri’s friend Lydia arrives. She brings nothing but trouble, including a scumbag boyfriend who sets his sights on Meri, in a scheme to frighten Alain into dropping his pursuit of a major crime ring. Meri narrowly escapes his clutches, and Alain is forced to send his new bride to a remote hideaway for safekeeping, where she’ll be under the skillful domination of his friend Lawrence Underhill. But even there, the submissive beauty is faced with a shocking challenge when her host falls sick and his sly and alluring nephew takes charge of the household. Meri’s urgent submissive hunger is about to become her undoing. A bdsm romance with punishment and discipline, spanking, a variety of fetish content. Some lesbian D/s.

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“Well, I certainly don’t want to spoil you now. This will be punishment earned. Now get up!”
Meri quivered for a moment, then rose on shaky legs, hardly able to keep her balance with her feet still tucked in four inch heels. Her wet clothes still clung to her skin, so that she should actually welcome his next command, “Take off the clothes.” She probably wished that she could shed the terrible chill as easily.
Slowly she stripped, layer after layer of soggy garments dropping to the floor until every one down to her bra and panties were heaped up in a messy pile and Meredith stood before him naked. Seeing the way she trembled, it would seem that the cold chill had still not fled.
Although Alain appraised her judgmentally, it was difficult to ignore the physical lust that his nude wife routinely ignited in him. How easy it would have been to break the spell of master and sorry penitent. She was a long-legged, lithe and sensuous beauty, with a face he could stare at for days and not tire of. Her features were perfectly sculpted, the dark and deep set eyes, the perfectly formed mouth, the high cheek bones.
No! No!, not this time! he vowed, and he ended his admiring reverie. He’d forgiven her lapses on too many occasions in the time leading up to their wedding. It was a tense time for any woman. What he realized now was that Meri had likely needed a little strict discipline during those testy days, but he’d let much go by without comment. How could he have messed this up so badly? he wondered for just a moment before he clipped off his next order. Like a soothing balm the words of dominance came back to him. This was what their relationship was built on and this was where they needed to go.
“On your knees, to the closet, bring the ropes back – in your teeth,” he added for good measure. “They’ll be in my bag.”
He could see that she was glad to move – the shivering girl suddenly turned into a frightened but excited woman as she quickly dropped to her knees and crawled toward the closet where her husband kept his bag of tricks. Alain watched her with a master’s critical eye. The skin covering the rounded orbs of her sensuous behind was flawless – no one would ever have known that he had on numerous occasions welted that pretty derriere so severely that it had taken many days to heal. With the mind of a sadist he imagined the pleasure in doing that now. He could be the loving husband later; right now Meredith had much to atone for.
On reaching the closet – its door wide open – Meredith naturally reached with her hands to open the zipper of his traveling bag, until he shot off unmercifully…
“I said your teeth, Meredith!”
Maybe it was possible, maybe not, but she would certainly try. Meri shuddered anew, but she did attempt the feat and was finally successful in drawing the zipper across the top of the bag, which allowed her to nose her way through it until – though blinded by the cavernous dark closet – she felt the scratchy hemp tickle her cheek. She bit down, coming up with a coil of rope that wasn’t easy to extract. Alain thought she looked a little like a determined puppy as she tried to pull the rope free.
When at last she had her prize, she crawled back to his feet and sat back on her heels with her head raised and the hemp dangling from either side of her mouth.
Alain grabbed the rope. “The end of the bed,” he nodded toward the large bed.
Meredith scrambled fast, positioning herself as he’d trained her to do, with her legs spread wide and her hands behind her back. Obviously, he was going to bind her.
Making quick work of the project, he had his wife’s feet securely tied to the bedposts within seconds. However, he took a little more time to fashion a simple harness around her neck and shoulders, which allowed him to bind her tied hands uncomfortably high against her back.
“You start to make a lot of noise, I will gag you,” he warned. “We are in a hotel room and the walls are thin.” He had his hand in her hair, twisting it in his grip as he gazed down at her worried face. The energy pouring from her ramped up body invigorated his blood, his muscles, his imagination. He shoved her head back down and stepped away. Having previously withdrawn his belt from his pants, he had it doubled in his fist in no time, and coming down against her upturned ass with powerful swipes that filled them both with a wildly erotic rush. He could feel her hurt, see how she tensed, watch as the skin began to pinken and then turn a darker shade of scarlet. Seeing her futilely attempt to struggle free enlivened him more; he paused only to catch his breath and admire his handiwork before laying in on her again.
As the punishment resumed, Alain listened to her whimpering. He could tell she was in much distress – a fact particularly pleasing for a sadistic man. That his complaints were well justified only made the punishment more satisfying. When he decided that she’d had enough, he used the belt as a lasso and pulled her upright, speaking tersely in her ear. “We’ve been down the road of your hasty exits too many times, Mrs. Danvers. You married your master, and you married a sadist – of your own free will. You might remember that when you’re tempted to walk out in a huff, defy my orders, and behave like a selfish brat. You got that?”
She nodded, but was too afraid to open her mouth to speak.

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(c) Roman Kasperski, www.romankasperski.de

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You're going to love this one!

Posted by Tobias Tanner on 23rd Apr 2010

Honeymoon In Bondage by Lizbeth Dusseau
Reviewed by Tobias Tanner

Meri and Alain Danvers first appeared in the pages of another Dusseau novel, Against Her Will: The Abduction of Kat Bloom. Danvers was (and still is) a police captain, and Meri was his assistant, and slave-by-choice—her choice, initially, and then his. She was not one of your passive, run-of-the-mill little victims, no, not Meri. She was aggressively submissive, with a not very well hidden crush on her boss, and the will and assertiveness to throw herself accurately into his path. Her husband to be simply couldn't resist that.

Honeymoon in Bondage brings these two forward in time and explores the bone and gristle that form the core of any good marriage, especially one that is based on a 24/7 Master/slave lifestyle. Meri is neither experienced nor competent at such things but, as always, she is determined. In this story, Dusseau sets Meri the task of validating the strength of her convictions. And it isn't easy. Danvers has many powerful enemies, some of whom will do anything at all to get to him. Worse yet, friends from the past, both Meri's and Alain's, appear out of nowhere with lies on their tongues, and betrayal in their hearts. Danvers tries to protect his wife, and inadvertently puts her at even greater risk.

Meri finds herself among strangers who demand, but have not earned, her trust. And it is then that she begins to trust herself. She is bound, humiliated, beaten, corseted, tormented and…well, aroused, not to put too fine a point on it…but, through it all, she clings to the one thing that has completed her…the love she has for her husband. And regardless of how she is handled, or by who, no one manages to touch that most important of all places—her heart. No one, that is, but Alain Danvers.

Dusseau's earlier work, which created these characters, is a handy back story for those who have read it. For those who have not, Honeymoon in Bondage stands quite firmly on its own two feet. It is a compelling read. Poking at shadows is what this author does best, bringing light to the dark corners in our minds. Put your sunglasses on, or be prepared for the glare. Either way, you're going to love it.